LADIES IN LEATHER GLOVES

My Fantasy

Part 11

My sleep was restless.  I tossed and turned thinking about how my life had changed and what the future would bring. 

Monday

I thought about the previous days events on my drive to work and had to wait in my parked car for my erection to subside before walking in.  My job is normally fulfilling as well as extremely lucrative.  But today just dragged on thinking about how my sweet Jamie had transformed from a mild mannered housewife to a sexually dominant temptress who was now in complete control of my entire being.  What made matters worse was that it was all because of my fetish for a simple leather hand covering made for a woman.  I often thought of what it would be like if I didn’t have a glove fetish.  What if tomorrow I saw a woman wearing long leather gloves and it had no effect on me.  I had actually heard of someone having a balloon fetish and thought to myself, that doesn’t even remotely turn me on.  Would my life be better if gloves had the same effects on me as a balloon?  I quickly dismissed the thought.

When I arrived home the house was dark and empty.  There was a note on the table from my wife informing me she would be home around nine and would bring us some pizza for dinner.  My mind began to spin out of control.  Where was she?  Was she meeting Jason or Michael?  Then I noticed writing on the back of the paper.  There was actually a second note.  That read “gloveboy, you can relax, I’m alone and just doing a little shopping.”  Well that sure was a relief.

I then went to my room and started my computer and began to daydream.  As I relaxed I casually began to type a story about my wife meeting Michael for the first time.  I carefully recorded what she was wearing, how he reacted when first seeing her, and what their conversation might be like.  When I finally finished typing an hour had passed.  There was still more than an hour to go before my dominant Glove Mistress returned I thought.

At that realization I began to drift off to sleep.  I don’t normally remember dreams I have, but I did this time.  I awoke about 30 minutes later.  My dream had both excited and frightened me.  In my dream my wife was wearing her 16-button length gloves and she was entertaining both Jason and Michael at the same time!  As they took turns ravishing her, I stood by dumbfounded and having to take photographs of them while my wife used her gloves to encourage her lovers to repeatedly make love to her without climaxing.  While they pounded her she said the filthiest things. She made numerous humiliating comparisons of me to her lovers.  She laughed and taunted me without any regards for my feelings, as she satisfied her incredible sexual desires.  After she had finally had enough she laid between them and pumped their shafts while making them answer questions about how her gloves looked while handling their giant cocks.  In my dream their cocks were inordinately large but she was still able to effortlessly bring them to furious simultaneous ejaculations.

My heart pounded as I sat up startled at what I had just dreamt.  Oh no, I thought, realizing I was hard as a rock.  This had really turned me on I thought.  At that I unconsciously began to type a second story that corresponded with my dream.  As I typed I added other details that excited me, like having my wife wear stiletto heeled boots in addition to the gorgeous gloves.  My story also added how my wife carefully crafted the scenario to get us all together in that situation, as well as having me assist her with her love making.

As I read my own story back to myself I was actually frightened.  What if my wife reads this?  What if she actually wanted to act this out?  Could I stop her?  Would I want to stop her?  I saved the file to the desktop giving it a title of “Dream”.  I stared at the icon on the desktop thinking I should delete it and try forget the dream.  After all, my wife is home all day and could find the file.  That would be disastrous.  Instead I hid the file in an operating system folder where only I would know it existed.  There’s no way she could find it I thought.

Just then the door opened and my wife appeared.  I breathed a sigh of relief when I discovered she was normally dressed, no gloves or heels to drive me crazy.

Ms. Jamie:  “What have you been up to all this time gloveboy?” she said in a very matter of fact voice.

Me:  “I was just working on the story you asked me to write Ms. Jamie.”

Ms. Jamie:  “Great, how’s it coming?”

Me:  “Good, I’m almost done.”

Ms. Jamie:  “Great, can I read it?”

Me:  “Please Ms. Jamie not yet, It’s not finished.”

Ms. Jamie:  “Awe, come on, I’ll wear some gloves for you.” She said in a very seductive voice.

Me:  “Please Ms. Jamie let me finish after dinner and then it will be yours”.  I said in a very submissive voice.

Ms. Jamie:  “Well OK but I want to read it after, this is so exciting”.

I quickly wolfed down some pizza and returned to my room to put some finishing touches on the original story.  I worked on the original story for a little while until there was nothing I thought I could add.  It was very good I thought to myself.  There were some really exciting things that my wife did to me as well as Michael.  However, she mostly focused on Michael and only me as an after thought.

Once that was completed I found myself opening the other file and adding even more wicked twists.  Over an hour had passed.  I went to my wife’s room see if she was ready to read the story but she was asleep.  I pulled the covers up, tuned off the TV and the light.

Tuesday

The next day at work passed quickly as I was very busy.  However, it seemed like every spare moment I had I would think about my dream.  When I arrived home my wife was not home again.  There was a similar note explaining she was out alone.  The only difference was that she was to return earlier on this occasion. 

I was fully prepared to share my story about Michael with my wife but when she arrived she said she thought she maybe coming down with a cold and wanted to just go to bed.  When she did I returned to my stories.  After reading them both I really wanted to masturbate but fought off the urge.  I went to sleep a little frustrated and anxious.

Wednesday

Work was normal except just before I left my wife called.

Ms. Jamie:  “I really love you gloveboy” she said in a very seductive voice.

Me:  “What’s going on Ms. Jamie” I said as I closed my office door.

Ms. Jamie:  “I couldn’t wait any longer so I read the story you wrote.  I thought it was wonderful and I am very turned on.”

Wow, I thought to myself.  I sure am glad I didn’t leave the other file on the desktop.

Me:  “Thank you Ms. Jamie.”

Ms. Jamie:  “Come home now gloveboy, I have a surprise for you.”

I sped home as fast as I could, dam the traffic.  When I finally burst into the house my wife was standing in the kitchen wearing the same bathrobe from the other night.  It was open and she was naked underneath.  She was wearing the high heeled boots she wore to the restaurant as well as the shinny new 4-button length “honey-do” gloves which were ominously placed on her hips.  On the kitchen table was a pile of paper which was obviously the story I had wrote.

Ms. Jamie:  “Take off your clothes now gloveboy” she commanded.

I quickly stripped as my cock began to get hard.  She commanded to come to her.  She viciously embraced me aggressively sticking her tongue down my throat.  As we kissed she twisted my foreskin and I became fully erect.  With that she grabbed the papers from the table and my hand and led me into her bedroom.  She literally pushed me down, causing me to sit on the floor with my back against the seat of the small sofa.  She then pushed my head back with her glove and swung her leg over my head.  She then slowly lowered herself onto my face and told me to lick her.

This was unbelievable, my wife had always wanted me to perform oral sex on her but it was something that didn’t interest me.  She had never pressed but now she was going to have her way.  I licked the best I could.  Being a novice I was very surprised when she had an orgasm.  She also began to work the head of my cock with her glove which made me even more attentive.  With that my wife began to read my story aloud.  She would occasionally lift up to let me breath better between bouts of grinding herself into my face.  Her juices flowed down my cheeks as she read aloud my erotic story.

Finally, she finished but continued to rub herself over my face.  The oxygen deprivation coupled with her reading and working my cock was an incredible turn on. 

As her excitement subsided she removed herself from my face and sat on the sofa next to my head. 

Ms. Jamie:  “You’ve done very well gloveboy, and I am very pleased with your ability to give me oral.  I thought it would take some instruction but you did great.  I guess we’ll have to do this more often.  And the story, oh gloveboy it’s everything I had hoped you’d write.  There are some great ideas in there too.”

Me:  “Thank you Ms. Jamie, I’m just happy you’re pleased with my performance and the story.”

Ms. Jamie:  “Oh I am gloveboy, would you like to be finished?

Me:  “Oh yes Ms. Jamie I’d love to be finished.”

She then took my hand and led me into the bathroom.  The room was filled with the reverberation of her stiletto heels clicking on the floor.  She spun around and held her leather covered hand out flat in front of my erection.

Ms. Jamie:  “You may rub on my glove until you come gloveboy, but I’m not going to move it.”

Her glove was just a little lower than my cock so I had to squat down slightly to reach her glove.  It was uncomfortable and difficult but I did manage to get a good rhythm going.  Her glove was soft and smooth and my cock glided over her fingers without catching.  I only managed a few more strokes before I unloaded.  The ejaculation was very intense as two very thick jets of sperm poured from my cock onto the tile floor.  My wife’s glove never moved as I continued to pump.  A couple smaller releases of sperm took place before I stopped pumping.  I was surprised that my wife’s glove stayed in position and let me contract and deflate after the main ejaculation had taken place.  She then pulled her glove away and I stood up straight. 

I thanked her and she just told me I could go to my room for the rest of the evening.  As I left I could only think of what was going to happen next.

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